The sour grape
surrounded by magma
burned
quickly
in a lake.
cloudy
the goats were running wild
in the spring of 1784
and i belived it all to be a lie
but oddly placed
so i jumped anyways
the majestic old man
slept
This was a writing exercise where we didn't see what the lines before were and were given to write a part of speech or location etc...
I am glad you made it into a poem...great images.
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